Elvis

Elvis. One name, no other one needed. Everyone knows Elvis. Sager even knows Elvis. Elvis died 23 years before Sager was even born but yet he knows who he is by sight and by sound. My friend Stephanie of Artist Diva blog posted a video of Elvis singing "I Can Dream." I just LOVE this song. Heck - I just love Elvis. I can remember listening to his records at my Granny's house, my sister and I would play Elvis records, Tom T Hall and others. My Granny loved Elvis. Who doesn't? If you don't, please don't tell me - I'd hate to stop being your friend. No really.... I would have to. Sorry but that's just how it goes. I was 5 when Elvis died but had I been born earlier I would have totally been one of the girls standing at the stage waiting for Elvis to wipe his sweaty head and then look at you (the most important part - the connection... I'm swooning just thinking about it.... Mercy!) and then throw the scarf to you. Then the girl (me) would scream and start crying and hyperventilating and have to be escorted out.... doesn't that sound delightful to you? It does to me.... Why Elvis? I don't know. He was a fabulous singer but kind of weird. I've read all kinds of books about him and Priscilla (Cilla). (I even had a pig named Elvis - he had a weight problem and kind of swaggered when he walked.... I loved him, his pen at the Ag farm was dubbed the Heartbreak hotel.) However, I digress. Elvis was a total mamma's boy who wanted to sing Gospel music but practically sold his soul to the devil (Colonel Parker) to be famous. He only wanted to marry a virgin but ran around with women of low morals if you know what I mean. (not that I'm judging them... since I would fight to the death for a sweaty scarf....) Why is that? I think that once people found out about Elvis the man they could see their self in him. Sure he probably had some self esteem issues - did you see him in the jump suits when he was fat... of course he had issues. Anyone who used that many jewels is trying to cover something up. But he was human with all the human frailties. I mean who hasn't tried frying a peanut butter and banana sandwich in a pound of butter late at night when no one is looking? I confess I tried it. It was pretty good. Which was your favorite Elvis? younger or older - I myself like the young Elvis but I think my favorite is the comeback special when he's in the black leather - mercy... I'm swooning again. Tell me what you think - Elvis or Beatles - young or old - jumpsuit or no.... but remember don't admit to not liking him because that would be weirdest of all!